An Old Friend Returns
After our meal, we needed to go to sleep, after all, eating that much is enough to make anyone sleepy, even me. We waved goodnight to our parents and headed upstairs. I took the bedroom on the left while my brother took the bedroom on the right. My room had a large bed with an oaken bed-frame that looked strong enough to hold even me at over two-hundred pounds. The bed had a large blanket on it that looked like it was hand-made. It had my name stitched into it, so this must have been my room at one time or another. The bed itself was stuffed with straw and chicken feathers to give it an extra soft texture. I jumped right into it and blew out the lantern that was left to give some light while I got ready to go to bed.
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of freshly cooked chicken eggs and apple pie. There was something else in the air as well, it was a scent that I knew, but I couldn't place it at that time. I shrugged it off and went downstairs to see